I walked on the pages of history
and discovered poetry
I stepped on the stages of mystery
and discovered imagery
I gazed at the rages of fires and flames
and discovered slavery-
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Changes Tell Us the Time years that passed, months that were happy and decent, days we believe were recent moments sad and ter...
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Strange are the nights with visions of gleaming fleams, piercing vapours and sweet soft humming murmurs merg... -
It brought fresh air it brought life it brought joy it brought peace a relief from the heat a blessing divine on cloud nine it takes. this ...
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